a moment in this journey that I gave upMy

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

here to read about the first time Blake drank

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

1: Dia you forget the reason that you're singingAnd

up, put your clothes on, babyCome on, let's do

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

remember vividly what that vision did to meYou layin'

were just some oneSome friend of mine said take

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

a house that's a little run downThis city aren’t

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

1: Matthew Friday afternoon, I just got paidMissed all

ain't ever worn a haloDon't suppose I ever

you want a good timeIf you want a good

tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell

generations from a dirt road corn cropBoots ain't never

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like

She's faced the hardest times you could imagineAnd many times her